i met her again today
this time with a different outlook
i had made up my mind that this time, when i meet her, i would tell myself that i might not get her the way i want to. that i might not play the role that i want to.
it's not that my love for her has diminished. or she has lost importance.
i would still be the same. i would still care the way i always did.
i was just preparing myself for the worst.
but when i saw her, thinking that we might not end well, i couldn't even speak.
all i could do was hold my tears until she left. i stood, still, gazing her talk throughout the journey, starstruck.
and the moment she left...i couldn't hold it any longer.
i am glad she didn't turn back
but
i wish it could make a difference
...
i am back
yet again
writing 'might' instead of 'will'
